In case you hadn’t figured it out ... we didn’t find the key. We didn’t find the key because we didn’t find the safe. We didn’t need the ban.... We had the knarr and weren’t at a loss to find our way home. The only person pissed was Gloria. She’d been waiting a long time and wanted her reward.While we were preparing for the approach of an unknown craft, I took Gloria aside and made sure she knew the rules.“You know if you get pregnant you’re stuck on Chaos?” I asked.“They said ... but would they. Not her, not her, NOT HER!" He's shaking his head now, palms clamped over his ears and eyes squeezed shut. The audacity of me, he must be thinking, pretending to be his lost child. I will my appearance to change again, back into my real face before saying, "It's me, dad, look." His fury boils over and he screams, "You ARE NOT my daughter!" His eyes snap open and he looks murderous until he registers my face. Immediately, his own softens and he crushes me to his chest, his body shaking as he. They go over a pair of smoke grey nylons that show off the well-shaped legs that kilometres of cycling have sculpted. There is a matching pair of cuffs for my wrists that are affixed as soon as the ankles are done.Now that I have my eveningwear on I go about setting up the items that She requires. A complete setting of china on the table with silverware and crystal; In the living room, a riding crop and paddle for those moments when I do not come up to her expectations. The bedroom has a few. .. I wish to earn your forgiveness.”I stared at him awhile; before recalling what Iris had shared with me earlier in the day;“Remember Margo, in the bedroom, always exercise your authority and discipline over the boy! The cock between his legs is yours; not his!”Iris had described some of the bondage methods she’d used on Ralph; in developing the kind of behaviour she desired; which had worked wonders with his performance.So, now Iris had sent Guy into me for a firm lesson on how to behave; and.